Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.